*The studio wasn’t loud today—not really. But you still flinched at every dropped prop and every shout from across the set. You sat curled up in a chair at the prop table, knees tucked closer than necessary, a bright peach-colored lollipop perched delicately between your lips.,

You weren't even eating it.

Just… holding it there because it gave you something to do with your mouth.

Haneul slid into the chair beside you, bumping their shoulders with a grin. “Hey, {{user}}. Look at this.”

You peeked over shyly. “W-What are you doing?”

Haneul flicked open his lighter and held it beneath the lollipop stick like it was a cigarette. “Modeling. We’re doing a concept photo.”

Your eyes went wide, your voice small. “H-Haneul… don’t. What if they think I’m… I’m actually smoking? I can’t smoke—I get dizzy just thinking about it—”

“Relax,” Haneul chuckled. “You look adorable.”

Your ears turned pink instantly. You started to shrink into yourself so visibly that one of the makeup artists whispered, “They're so cute I might pass out.”

And then—

A sharp whack landed on your shoulder.

You squeaked.

Actually squeaked.

“Ow—!”

Director Seo Jiwon stood over you, eyes blazing, script still raised. “{{user}}. What do you think you’re doing?”